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Post by Batwoman on Jul 21, 2005 21:02:14 GMT -5
I can't belive I let you people do this to me but...
I'm working on the sequel to Famille as we speak. The annoying very EVIL Thrush bunnies have taken me hostage and are demanding I write this or else.
Since I have no desire to find out what or else means, I'm writing the fic.
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Post by Batwoman on Apr 27, 2005 23:17:17 GMT -5
heh If you want to read some MFU fics, you can check out my website, although I'd hold off on that until I finish the revamp because there are a bunch not up there (mostly RR parts) as well as ff.net. Actually just go there, I have one MFU fic up there called Rejected. www.fanfiction.net/~batwomanAlso, there's a zine that was published of our RR from one of the MFU yahoo groups. It's called The Week in the life of Solo and Kuryakin. Fun stuff. All proceeds past publishing will go to Doctors without Borders for tsunami relief efforts.
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Post by Batwoman on Apr 27, 2005 0:04:55 GMT -5
OOOOH good, so you got it without my having to explain that. My beta and I were talking about it because there's a lot in here that's inside jokes/nods for us for our MFU universe, and we were playing with Beth's wedding. Let's just say we, or should I say, she, planned it out better than you'd have thought for an on the spot chat. and no that's not going to be done any time in the forseeable future. If anything, the one I'd write is an AU to this and our (my beta and mine) MFU universe. Kind of a crossover between the 2. But again, that's not going to happen any time soon because she's very busy working on other things and hasn't had much time to work on her current fic, much less finish and move onto it's sequel, which sets up my fic, which is a MFU/Alias crossover set in 2003, not time shifted either. The guys are aged to their current ages.
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Post by Batwoman on Apr 26, 2005 22:52:12 GMT -5
AH HA! Found it!
SEE? You're to blame for this.
*cough*you might want to reread the fic with this in mind*cough*
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Post by Batwoman on Apr 26, 2005 22:19:23 GMT -5
yeah well, I have this nasty habit errr ability of getting inside characters' heads, which helps me to write them so well.
As if that's not enough, try sitting there looking through your very big French cookbook looking for a dessert that isn't chocolate, coffee, mocha flavored because everything with those in it, take too long to make. If Ducky truely planned for Beth's visit, he would have made that the night before so they could eat it then. But he didn't since he got the call from Lee the night before.
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Post by Batwoman on Apr 26, 2005 15:42:30 GMT -5
shadap. To be honest, this was never meant as anything more than what I wrote. I never intended a sequal or anything. Thanks! ;D
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Post by Batwoman on Apr 24, 2005 23:48:49 GMT -5
LOL don't you start with me. I just remembered I'm blaming you for this one too. Course don't ask me what you said that started it, I don't remmeber, old age you know.
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Post by Batwoman on Apr 24, 2005 21:19:20 GMT -5
“Come on. You don’t expect me to believe that’s it. That boy is a romantic just like your father. So tell me, how it happened,” Ducky prodded.
Beth giggled; she couldn’t resist teasing her ‘uncle’ as she was. “After dinner we all went into the living room for dessert and to open presents. Before we did anything though, he walked me to the fireplace and got down on one knee. He told me how much he loves me then pulled out the box, opened it and asked me to marry him,” she finished. Reaching for the chain hidden under her blouse, she pulled it out for Ducky to see the ring.
Ducky gave her a big smile, “That’s great, have you set a date yet?”
Beth smiled; she could tell her ‘uncle’ was stalling. She could only imagine the nightmare he lived through. Turning serious she asked, “Would you please stop stalling ‘uncle’?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” he said innocently fidgeting ever so slightly under her gaze.
She reached across the table and placed a hand on his arm, “Uncle, we’re worried about you, especially dad.” She paused briefly allowing the words to sink in before asking, “How are you?”
The older man looked into her brown eyes and could see the love, affection and concern for him. He noted the oddity of it all; the young woman sitting across from him had no relation to him save for being the daughter of his best and possibly oldest friend. He thought back through the years and mentally shook his head thinking about Beth and her siblings. Whenever he was in town for a visit, how the times had they crawled onto his lap and begged him to read them a story. All the meals they shared with him, she was right, he was one of the family.
He sighed heavily. His chipper attitude was nothing more than a fraud. The recent events, his close call with death at the hand of a man he helped put away and his deranged mother unnerved him more than he thought was possible considering everything he’d seen in his life. The result was depression; something he hid from everyone, including his ailing mother.
“Why don’t we talk about this later?” Ducky asked. Seeing the hesitation her eyes, he placed a comforting hand on hers and said, “It really isn’t something to talk about over lunch. Right now I just want to spend time with you my dear, enjoying the pleasure of your company. We can talk about what happened tonight,” he promised giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.
Beth thought it over a moment. She was willing to wait until after dinner and nodded, but was determined to talk to him about the affair. Allowing him the reprieve, she moved on to more pleasant things, like her up coming wedding. “I won’t allow any excuses, you’re coming to my wedding,” she ordered as the waitress placed their dishes in front of them.
“I wouldn’t dare dream of missing it,” Ducky said as he began cutting his chicken. “Besides, your mother would hunt me down and hurt me if I did,” he smirked.
Beth chucked. He was right; her mother would hurt him for missing the wedding. The rest of lunch was spent talking about the brunette’s upcoming wedding.
After lunch, Elizabeth dropped Ducky back at NCIS office. With a goodbye kiss on the cheek, Ducky exited her car and walked back into work, his depression temporarily lifted by the young woman’s company.
Beth waited until he walked into the building before pulling away and driving towards Reston eager to spend time with Ducky’s mother.
The solitary drive provided the young woman time to reflect on her career and what led to the decision to work with dementia patients. She saw the effects the disease had on the woman who was like a grandmother to her, and used that to learn more about the debilitating effects and help those that suffer from it.
Lost in thought Beth didn’t realize she had arrived until she nearly passed the house. Pulling into the large, curved driveway and parking the rental, she exited the car. Walking up to the door the brunette banged the knocker, as she waited for her ‘grandmother’ to answer. Unsure of the how far the disease had progressed, Elizabeth worried as she waited for the older woman to answer.
The dogs barked before door opened a sliver, and a frail looking old woman peered out as she asked who was there. Beth gave her a big smile and said, “It’s me, Beth, remember, Lee and Olivia’s daughter?”
The older woman opened both doors and the dogs ran out to greet her. Beth knelt down as they excitedly vied for her attention and she smiled. She looked up and said, “Dad called last night to say I was coming over today, remember?”
The matron’s confusion faded as she began to remember who the young woman kneeling in front of her was. “Oh yes of course. Who are you again?” Beth smiled as she stood to face the older woman and began to repeat what she said.
NCIS NCIS NCIS NCIS NCIS
Ducky walked through the front door as he called out, “Mother I’m home,” taking off his coat and hat, hanging them on the rack in the front hall.
Beth walked up to the older man and wrapped her arms around him, “Hello, ‘uncle’, dinner’s almost done.”
“Smells wonderful,” he commented, offering her his arm once the hug broke, “but you didn’t have to do that.”
Placing her hand in the crook of his arm, she said, “I wanted to, besides, it’s not everyday I get to see you two. I only made dinner though dessert’s up to you,” she smiled at him as they walked back to the kitchen.
After a filling dinner of roast beef with all the trimmings, the pair walked out to the front porch. They sat on the bench, talking over strawberry mouse and coffee. Tyson sat on Beth’s lap, begging for her attention; Beth smiled and obliged the Corgi. “How have you been holding up,” She asked.
Ducky took a deep breath. His friend’s daughter didn’t need to know the all the horrific details of his ordeal, but he could tell her how he’d been doing. “I’ve been holding up,” he finally said. The brunette rested her head on his shoulder and Ducky wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “The ordeal left me…shaken. I lived through something that,” he paused to gather his thoughts a moment, “let’s just say no one should have to experience that alive.”
The brunette grasped the older man’s hand resting on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Have you talked to anyone about it,” she asked.
Ducky raised the mug to his lips and took a sip. Lowering the cup, he shook his head as he said no.
“Why haven’t you talked to dad,” She asked.
“I didn’t want to burden Lee with my ordeal,” he said.
Beth sat up and turned to face the older man, “Don’t want to burden dad? ‘Uncle’ dad was “burdened” the moment Gibbs called and told him you were kidnapped. Mom called us on her cell while they were still on the phone. We all ran home as soon as we heard and waited with mom and dad for news of your rescue. No one got any sleep that night. Dad was so relieved when Gibbs finally called him the next morning to tell him they found you,” She explained. “Call him,” She urged.
Ducky looked ahead, staring off in the distance, silently thinking. The young woman was right, the one person he could talk to, the only person he could talk to about this, or anything personal for that matter, was his old friend. Sighing he finally looked at her and wondered, “When did you grow up?”
Relieved the young woman smiled at her ‘uncle’.
“I’ll talk to him alright?”
Her smile broadened and she said, “Yes.” Beth was happy to see her ‘uncle’ was willing to talk to someone in an effort fight the depression he had undoubtedly fallen into. She leaned back into his embrace, still holding his hand.
Despite his cheerful demeanor, she could tell it was nothing more than a façade. One look into his eyes and she could tell the gaiety was superficial. Pleased to have succeeded in her goal, the young woman moved onto more pleasant conversation. “So, who were you thinking of bringing to my wedding?”
Ducky smirked, “I don’t know, maybe I’ll bring Samantha,” and winked.
“Who’s Samantha?” Beth asked interested. Ducky offered nothing more than a grin.
The pair continued to talk for a couple more hours before Elizabeth decided to call it a night. After helping Ducky bring the dishes into the house, she offered to help wash them, but the stubborn man insisted on doing them himself. He ushered her to the front door where she gathered her purse from the coat rack.
After fishing her keys out of the bag, Ducky then walked her to her rental. With a hug and a kiss goodbye she sat in the car and pulled away, making her way back to her hotel.
Once she was out of sight, Ducky turned and leisurely walked back into the house. He briefly contemplated calling his old friend, but decided against it due to the late hour. Pausing briefly to lock the doors, the former blond decided to let the dishes sit in the sink. He then climbed the stairs slowly, headed for his bedroom for what was looking to be a pleasant night’s sleep.
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Post by Batwoman on Apr 24, 2005 21:18:23 GMT -5
This is too long to put in 1 post, so I have to split it up in 2.
Title: Famille Author: Batwoman Rating: K Feed Back: always welcome. : ) Either onlist or email: aaaahbatwoman – run @ yahoo . com (no spaces) Archived: ff.net, my journal, (communities_ navy_ncis, ncis, NCIS special ops board. Anywhere else, let me know. Disclaimer: I don’t own Ducky, Tony, Kate, Gibbs or NCIS. Beth, Lee, her mother, and Abigail are all mine though, and so is this story. I’m just playing with the rest. Donald P. Bellisario owns everything else.
Author’s Notes: I’m blaming Channel D (or was that M?) for this one. I don’t remember who said it, but before Meat Puzzle even aired, there was chatting about depression. The evil Thrush bunnies started hounding me, pestering me and I actually started writing it before the show aired.
Tony sauntered into the office back from lunch, thankful to be back in the building. The rain outside dampened any pleasant thoughts he may have had about the warming temperatures. As he stepped off the elevator, he spotted the tall brunette leaning against his desk chatting with Kate.
Quickly adjusting his shirt and running his hands through his hair he continued down the stairs to his desk. The brunette smiled with anticipation; sliding up to her he began to purr, “Ah Elizabeth, don’t tell me you missed me…..wait a minute,” he stopped dead in his tracks and looked around, “You’re dad’s not here is he?”
Elizabeth smiled and said, “No,” trying not to laugh.
“Why would you care if her dad was around Tony?” Kate asked, looking forward to the answer.
Tony stopped looking around and turned to Kate explaining, “Because he’s big and scary.”
“And because he threatened to kill you if you asked her out again,” Ducky said as he walked past Tony to greet Beth. Ducky finally arrived at the bullpen after changing out of scrubs into a dark suit with a blue shirt. His raincoat was draped over his arm with his hat in hand as he walked down the stairs. Gibbs followed closely sipping his coffee.
Kate looked at Tony and smiled. The thought of her juvenile co-worker being threatened with death over a woman amused her to no end. She watched as Tony gave her a faux amused smile and walked around to his desk and sat down.
Elizabeth turned to face Ducky, giving him a broad grin. The older man gave her big smile and said, “Elizabeth, it’s good to see you.”
“’Uncle’ Ducky,” she exclaimed as she threw her arms around his neck and gave him a big hug. Ducky smiled at her warmly and wrapped his arms around her returning the hug. “Uncle,” Kate said confused, “I didn’t know you have a niece Ducky.”
“He does, but she isn’t. Her dad’s an old friend of Ducky’s,” Gibbs said as he walked past the group. “How’s your dad?” He asked as he sat behind his desk.
When the hug finally ended, Beth replied, “Oh you know him, he refuses to retire until he’s old and senile,” Still staying in Ducky’s embrace.
“Even then he’d still insist on working,” Gibbs quipped.
“And even then he’d still work,” Ducky joked a step behind Gibbs.
Beth smiled fondly at the teasing her father was receiving at the hands of his old friends. Suddenly remembering something she turned back to her ‘uncle’ and said, “Oh, I almost forgot, mom wanted me to give you something.” The brunette then leaned in to kiss him on the cheek.
Tony, feeing left out asked, “Did she send me anything?” Leaning forward, he smiled hopefully.
“Oh yeah, thanks for reminding me,” She said disengaging herself from Ducky’s embrace. The brunette walked toward Tony and slapped him on the back of his head.
“Hey,” he exclaimed, rubbing his head.
“I always did like your mom,” Gibbs laughed.
“So ‘uncle’, tell me you haven’t eaten lunch yet,” Beth asked, walking back to Ducky.
“I was waiting for you my dear,” he said, offering her his arm. “I’ve been looking forward to your lovely company,” He added
The brunette smiled knowingly perturbed at her ‘uncle’. She placed her hand in the crook of his arm. “Dad called you didn’t he,” Beth asked, suspicious her father ruined her surprise visit.
“Oh you know him. He just wanted to make sure you were alright. He worries about you,” the older man said as they walked up the stairs to the elevator.
Kate watched the pair leave. Smiling gleefully she turned to Tony and teased, “Looks like Ducky got the girl.”
Tony looked at her only mildly amused and retorted, “He may have won this round, but the battle goes on.”
“I’ll be sure to tell her dad that,” Gibbs commented as he picked up his phone to make a call.
Tony looked at Gibbs and frantically said, “I was just kidding boss. No need to call Lee and tell him I said anything.”
“Then why aren’t you working?” The former marine questioned as he punched in the last number.
“Right boss,” he nervously responded as he turned his attention back to working on his computer.
NCIS NCIS NCIS NCIS NCIS
Ducky gallantly held the antique chair out for Beth. In return, she smiled and sat down, smoothing her skirt as she settled in. Crossing over to the other side of the table, he pulled out a matching chair and also sat down. The pair looked over the menu in silence as they decided on what to eat. A couple minutes after the pair was seated the waitress whirled by to introduce herself and take their order.
After the waitress had left with their order, Ducky turned to Beth and asked, “How’s the puppy?”
“Abigail’s keeping dad in line,” the brunette smirked.
The former blond chuckled at the thought. He easily remembered the day Lee had acquired Abigail years ago. His long time friend had been visiting after one of his mother’s dogs had just had a litter. One of the puppies became rather attached to Lee, never straying far from his lap. As he was packing to leave, the energetic puppy jumped into his bag and, despite numerous removals, she continued to jump back in. The old friends looked at each other and Ducky told Lee he was welcome to take the puppy home.
“Sounds like a good life. Speaking of good living, is that boyfriend of your treating you ok. Is he ever going to propose?”
Beth grinned at the older man as she set her glass back onto the table. “Funny you should ask,” she paused momentarily for effect, “we spent Christmas with mom and dad and, that night, Jason proposed.”
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Post by Batwoman on Dec 5, 2005 14:50:29 GMT -5
Gibbs slap is something that isn't common place. That's one that makes you wonder. the stare is something anyone would say, which is more common.
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Post by Batwoman on Dec 4, 2005 0:24:36 GMT -5
I just thought of something. I skimmed through the thread to be sure it wasn't mentioned before and since it wasn't, I'll say it...
GIBBS SLAP!
How is it no one else caught Tony saying that to Ziva? When he said that I cheered, then wondered how the writers got wind of the term. Can't help but wonder if anyone from the show drops by here and reads what we have to say about it.
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Post by Batwoman on Dec 1, 2005 0:04:23 GMT -5
When Jen told Gibbs she got the locals to release McGee into NCIS custody AFTER Gibbs was on his way out the door, my mom said "why didn't she say so sooner?" LOL
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Post by Batwoman on Dec 19, 2005 11:42:24 GMT -5
That scene where Jenny called Gibbs and asked him where he was, and he walks into her office right behind her and said "I'm right behind you" cracked me up.
I found it very funny and still do because my older brother's friend pulled a stunt like that back in the early days of cordless phones. They lived 2 doors down from us in the city and he called my brother one day and walked over to the house on the cordless. My sister answered the door and found him on the phone with my brother, on a cordless. lol
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Post by Batwoman on Dec 17, 2005 0:51:02 GMT -5
;D Due to doing my sisterly duty and attending my brother's Holiday Concert (not bad), my sister watched "MB" for me. Here are the highlights according to her: Ziva's actually watching the "Model Boot Camp", and Tony's jibe about what will happen if she keeps that up! The "Paris Hilton" jokes-very funny and revealing about Tony and Ziva's game playing-she's more "celebrity savvy" then you think! The "clown cake" scene-Abby and the cream filling and her playing with Gibbs-priceless! Of course my sister figured out the killer within 15 minutes-but she still enjoyed it. Mark of a good show! ;D So why is it only 1 of you were performing your sisterly duties that night? You know, they have these great inventions called a VCR. You can set a timer on them and they'll record a show while you're out. That doesn't get you back for my fics, but it was still fun. ;D I've always said Gibbs is more a father figure to everyone and Ducky is more a grandfather to them. But a father figure to Gibbs. I loved when he walked into Abby's office and freaked her out. that one had me giggling for awhile afterwards. ;D Not nearly enough Ducky that is all
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Post by Batwoman on Sept 29, 2005 23:23:22 GMT -5
Ducky yelling at Gerald killed me. ANYWAY! Ducky's ringtone was a nice touch. Which reminds me.... If I'm not mistaken, Ducky's ringtone was 'Scotland the Brave'. *looks around* What? Nobody else listens to bagpipe music? Overall, I liked the episode, but I'm still lukewarm about the two new women... I think I'll warm up to Ziva faster - she's a stronger personality. Hmmm, maybe that's what rubs me the wrong way about Jenn. She doesn't seem to be a strong enough character to be Director, much less to be butting heads with Gibbs. I'm glad they finally took Ari down - I was getting tired of him always seeming to be one step ahead of Gibbs. Can't wait for the next ep! I knew that, or at least I did thanks to channel M. Actually it reminded me that I was going to look/buy a new ringtone for my cell. I'm tired of the 2 I can tolerate on my phone and have been thinking of downloading the Pink Panther tune. Sucks that it cost me 2 bucks and it was shorter than I'd have liked. But it's better than what I had, and it'll hold me over until I treat myself to a kit to make my own.
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